In the middle of winter, the capital of Taijing Guodu has been wrapped in a piece of silver, there are few pedestrians on the street, and the doors of every household are closed, revealing a sense of slaughter under this sparkling snow.

This year's snow was extraordinarily heavy, and Ji Zhun curled up in a small alley sheltered from the wind, where there were a few rolls of broken straw mats and a little hay, which could still withstand some frost and snow.

She was wearing a ragged linen garment, which was said to be sackcloth, but it was worse than the rag of the young man in the tavern. Unkempt and with thick mud embedded in his nails.

The wind was carrying the snowflakes, and her cheeks ached, and she pulled the straw mat upwards to cover her head.

At this moment, the sound of horses' hooves was heard in the distance of the street, and the sound of horses' hooves came from far and near, followed by the sound of soldiers running.

Ji Zhun looked out through the gap in the straw mat, and the people on the horses were all high-grade brocade guards, wearing flying fish suits and embroidered spring knives.

And the Gu who followed behind was a soldier in a fat jacket, who seemed to be a member of the Five Cities Terracotta Division.

After these people left, Ji Zhun moved his numb body with difficulty.

These guards just now are the twelfth batch that have been passing through here since last night.

Ji Zhun thought of something, pulled the corners of her lips and pulled out a smile, her lips were dry, like peeled orange petals, let them air dry, just touch them so lightly, and they cracked a tiny hole.

There was blood oozing out of the mouth, and she didn't care, but laughed more and more happily.

Muttering in his mouth.

"Is the palace going to change again? Oh, you guys are really having a good time. ”

A year ago, Emperor Taijingguo Jing died, passing the throne to the five princes who were raised under the queen's knees. Just one month after the fifth prince ascended the throne, someone in the court suddenly wrote to the emperor, saying that the British public supported the army and respected itself, and later some people called the British public treason against the enemy.

As soon as this remark came out, it caused an uproar.

It is not a trivial matter to collaborate with the enemy and commit treason, and those who are kings would rather have a dozen corrupt officials than have a courtier who collaborates with the enemy.

The new emperor ordered a thorough investigation into the matter, and as a result, he really found a secret letter with Dianyue in the British government. Later, there was a witness who appeared out of nowhere.

There was an uproar inside and outside the government and the opposition.

This was followed by a conviction, beheading, and purging of the British government.

Her grandfather, father, and third brother were sentenced to death!

Her second brother was in the military camp in northern Xinjiang, and was hacked to death by the people brought by the eunuch of the decree, and his body was in a different place!

Her grandmother took her widowed aunt and two cousins to kill herself!

And what about her, Ji Zhun, the daughter of the long house of the British government, was canonized as the county lord Ji Zhun when she was a girl, and Ji Zhun who was named Jinghua.

On the day she learned of the British government's decree, her elegant and modest "good husband" came to her with her former "friend" and condescendingly glanced at her as she was pressed to the ground by the servants.

The man's mouth was closed one by one, and he no longer spoke the sweet words that had been coaxed to her in every way. It's a heart-wrenching word,

"Ji Zhun, the emperor's grace is vast, the British government collaborated with the enemy and treason, and has been sentenced to be beheaded, and for the sake of the crime of marrying a daughter, I will spare your life. You, a poisonous woman, meditate on your mistakes in this courtyard, and pray for the loyalty and good copying of scriptures that your Ji family has harmed. ”

Her "friend" ordered the little servant to cut off the hamstring of her left foot with a steel knife and break her right arm with a stone slab.

In the powder raised by the stone slab on the ground, Ji Zhun saw the sinister smile on the lips of the man and the woman.

In the three months after she became a waster, turmoil began in the court, and the princes led by the eldest prince began to move.

And Ji Zhun was also thrown out by Duan Fu. On that day, Aunt Xi wore a red gown and a skirt of the same color. Standing under the porch of the Duan Mansion, he looked at her condescendingly.

He smiled and said to her: "Ah Zhun, don't complain about my sister, there is no way to do it, the edict of the palace will raise me as a flat wife." If you want to blame, blame your traitorous grandfather. ”

Ji Zhun fluttered and wanted to get up and rush over and tear the man's mouth.

As a result, he was kicked in the chest by the nursing home of Duan Mansion and kicked to the ground. She didn't care about the burning in her cavity, and scolded when she opened her mouth. Immediately, several mothers-in-law rushed up, picked up the soles of their shoes, rounded their arms, and bowed left and right at her face. Her cheeks were swollen with purple skin and her skin was broken, and she stopped.

Aunt Xi still stood there with a light smile, and when the mother-in-law had retreated, she looked at Ji Zhun left and right. Then he softly took the maid's hand, swung his waist and walked towards the house.

As soon as she took a few steps, she paused again, turned her head, stared at Ji Zhun with gloomy eyes, and said in a cold voice: "I forgot, you should blame yourself more." Ji Zhun, a good-for-nothing person like you, how can you get the best in everything? People like you should live on the streets and suffer all their lives. ”

Since then, Ji Zhun has been reduced to a beggar.

Ji Zhun originally wanted to leave here, even if it was to live in a poor rural area.

But she is a relative of a criminal minister, and she is not allowed to leave the imperial city for half a step without the emperor's order.

The once noble girl is now lame and crippled, and people are depressed and look like crazy. Too many people have asked her, why is she embarrassed to live in the world?

She also thought about this problem, she thought, probably unwilling. Ji Zhun always felt that there might be a chance to show Xue for the British government if he was alive.

It was noon, but it was dark and heavy, and the snow was getting heavier and heavier, and the streets were quiet.

Only Ji Zhun shrank there alone and shivered with cold, shivering even with the straw mat. The Imperial City has been under martial law for two days, and she hasn't picked up leftovers for two days.

She felt colder and colder, her teeth clenching uncontrollably. She put her left hand to her lips in an attempt to warm her air. But her nails were already blue and purple from the cold, and no matter how she rubbed her fingers, she couldn't feel any warmth.

Ji Zhun only felt sleepiness coming.

She tried to open her eyes, but they slowly lowered their eyelids, and a tear slipped down her cheek.

The movement of rubbing hands gradually stopped, and it fell lifelessly on the snow.

Ji Zhun is dead.

Died in Chengze for a year.

Frozen to death in the harsh winter of Taijing.

When she was young, she believed people's words in vain, ignored her family, and did not listen to dissuasion. Now that she has ended up in such a field, she is to blame.

It's just that her mother's family was also dragged down because of this, and was calculated to the end of the family.

She still hated it in her heart.

It would be nice if I could do it all over again.

I, Ji Zhun, will bring frost and snow and sword to slash the vendetta.

This year, she broke her bones and cut her tendons.

This year, her maternal family was all in the loess.

This year, she was only twenty-one years old.

In an instant, all seven emotions were exhausted, and the tears soaked the placket of the sour place. Even if I don't believe in the past, this is a lesson from God.